144 VERDICT OX I in order to obtain a true picture of their practices it is necessary to feign not only interest but active sympathy. The least sign of adverse criticism is likely to make them shut up like oysters. And so one is obliged to murmur "splendid!" when, all the time it would have been easier to shoutc shame!' As it is, there will probably be no need for us to speak at all; the professors see to that. As we go round the building a cease- less torrent of words pour from their eager lips—words in which they claim that Ayurveda is capable of almost any miracle short of raising the dead from the grave—and they come pretty near to claiming that / VI 3Ieamvhile we are being loaded with wreaths of flowers. These will be presented by successive batches of students whom we visit in their lecture rooms. As we enter each room several students spring to their feet, and burst into a song of welcome, at the end of which they hang a wreath round our necks. We feel we are playing the role of Judas, and would willingly have foregone the flowers, particularly as they prove to be full of insects which crawl down the spine. However, it is too late to turn back now. The perpetual patter of mumbo-jumbo shows no signs of stop- ping. Ayurveda, they are saying, possesses the supreme remedies "for the heart*.. /for the blood'.. /for the brain,' etc., etc., all somewhat vague, to put it mildly. If the student attempts to infuse a little reality into the conversation, the following is the sort of dialogue we may expect: 'Have you a cure for diabetes ?? «0h, yes.' *Does it bear any resemblaB.ee to insulin ?' *Oh,no!' *Is it as effective as insulin ?' A pause. 'Well wit?' "Perhaps not/ * Is it at all effective?'